Jesus.
MY HIDING PLACE.
THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.
I SPENT SUCH A LONG TIME HATING YOU.
BEING ANGRY WITH YOU.
WITH THE THING YOU ALLOWED.
WITH THE PAIN 1 ENDURED.
IT NEVER MADE ANY SENSE.
IT MADE ME QUESTION YOU.
DOUBT YOU.
I LIVED IN THIS STATE OF VITRIOL AND BITTERNESS.
AT THE WAY THINGS WERE.
AT THE HAND I'D BEEN DEALT.
AND WITH EACH TIME... I CAME CLOSE TO ENDING IT ALL.
I LOOKED UP. AND YOU WERE THERE.
YEARS PASSED. AND I REALIZED YOU WEREN'T UP THERE.
YOU WERE RIGHT NEXT TO ME.
YOU HAD NEVER LEFT.
YOU TOOK THE BRUNT OF THE PAIN. THE LASHES. THE TEARS. THE BLOOD. THE BRUISES.
YOU NEVER STOPPED WRAPPING YOUR ARMS AROUND ME.
MY GOD. MY GOD. WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?
ONCE I KNEW I HAD THE FREEDOM TO ASK THE QUESTION...
I FOUND YOU. ALL OF YOU. ALL OF ME.
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